She grabbed a needle, ready to sew him up, and looked at Bryson.
“Stay strong.”
Bryson nodded, his gaze locked on her.
After stitching him up, Hannah applied ointment. “Stay still, I need to wrap this.”
She searched her medical kit for more medicine.
Out of the blue, Bryson said, “Hannah.”
Hannah hesitated for a moment, then shifted her gaze and questioned, “yihat’s wrong?”
“Do you still have feelings for me?” he asked, his gaze fixed on her.
Hannah was at a loss for words.
Silent, she didn’t know how to respond to such a question.
Instead, she focused on treating Bryson’s injury, deliberately ignoring his query.
Bryson watched her intently, a mix of emotions swirling within him.
“I need to tell you something. I have multiple-personality disorder, and Bryson kept it from you. He thought he was better before he went back to Cadilind and that I as Sewell would be under his control forever.”
As Hannah wrapped a bandage around Bryson’s waist, she listened to him reveal his past.
“It was by chance that I regained control, letting you see me like this now. I’m not sure why he kept it from you, but I don’t want any secrets between us. The real me is the one in control of this body now.”
Bryson looked at Hannah with unprecedented seriousness. “Whether you chose to save me today because of him or not, I have to thank you.”
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After a long silence, Hannah turned to Bryson and remarked, “It doesn’t matter if you’re Bryson or Sewell, you’re still you. You’re just unwell. If you’re willing to seek treatment, you’ll get better.”
Bryson offered a smile and said, “I hope that’s true.”
He then shut his eyes, appearing extremely weary, and drifted off to sleep.
Watching him sleep, Hannah quietly packed the medical kit and slipped out of the suite.
Once the door shut, Bryson abruptly opened his eyes, revealing a cold gleam in the darkness.
Outside the suite, Hannah informed Caleb, “I’ve successfully extracted the bullet. His physical condition seems largely stable.
However, he’s got a severe infection and needs to regularly take anti-inflammatory medication. I noticed your medicine supply is low. Why don’t you come with me later? I have some anti-inflammatory drugs you can take back with you.”
Caleb, learning of Hannah’s aid to Bryson, expressed his heartfelt thanks. “Miss Moore! I can’t thank you enough! We’re so fortunate to have you here! Without you… I’m scared to think of the danger Mr. Mitchell could have faced if he had remained on this ship for a week with that bullet!”